(Great, now I have to actually make up something for all that time in between xP)
Zalrin nodded, "Alright, fair enough." he replied, reacting to her last comment with only a glance. He turned lightly, and sat by the edge of the water, pulling off the waterskin, rucksack, and quiver/bowsling. He had no idea how long they'd stay there to talk, but any time he had without being laden with all his gear was a great releif.
"Well, I woke up after the sand storm with no idea where I was...but grateful to be alive, all the same. I sort of assumed that I'd subconciously healed myself from inhaling all that sand, it was the only way that I could see that would've prevented me from dying. Anyway..." he said, shrugging lightly and going on, "Like I said, I had no idea where I was...but I still had all my things with me. So...I just started walking. There was no way I was finding my way back to the Collossus, anyway. Eventually, I just fell back into the way of life I'd had before I'd met you." he finished.
'Way of life', of course, meant traveling from place to place with no destination in mind at all, playing his flute or offering to work for money whenever he needed it, and hunting whenever he didn't.